And so it begins.

I know I should be journaling on paper, but typing turns out to be so much easier for me.

I really need to deal with this AnnaMattJolieKatHollyanne shitty situation. Because as it turns out, no one really cared that I cut them all off. I get so frustrated, because I want them to know how I am, and I want to know how they’re doing. But they’re so toxic; all of them. It’s just that I have this tiny corner of my heart that wants me to reconcile. I really don’t know if I could swallow that much of my pride.

I head to my first counseling session tomorrow. I really hope that it works out well.